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It
was
about
this
time
that
a
slight
defection
arose
on
the
part
of
Lop
-
Ear
.
He
got
into
the
habit
of
wandering
off
in
the
direction
of
the
tree
where
my
mother
lived
.
He
had
taken
a
liking
to
my
vicious
sister
,
and
the
Chatterer
had
come
to
tolerate
him
.
Also
,
there
were
several
other
young
people
,
progeny
of
the
monogamic
couples
that
lived
in
the
neighborhood
,
and
Lop
-
Ear
played
with
these
young
people
.
I
could
never
get
the
Swift
One
to
join
with
them
.
Whenever
I
visited
them
she
dropped
behind
and
disappeared
.
I
remember
once
making
a
strong
effort
to
persuade
her
.
But
she
cast
backward
,
anxious
glances
,
then
retreated
,
calling
to
me
from
a
tree
.
So
it
was
that
I
did
not
make
a
practice
of
accompanying
Lop
-
Ear
when
he
went
to
visit
his
new
friends
.
The
Swift
One
and
I
were
good
comrades
,
but
,
try
as
I
would
,
I
could
never
find
her
tree
-
shelter
.
Undoubtedly
,
had
nothing
happened
,
we
would
have
soon
mated
,
for
our
liking
was
mutual
;
but
the
something
did
happen
.
One
morning
,
the
Swift
One
not
having
put
in
an
appearance
,
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
were
down
at
the
mouth
of
the
slough
playing
on
the
logs
.
We
had
scarcely
got
out
on
the
water
,
when
we
were
startled
by
a
roar
of
rage
.
It
was
Red
-
Eye
.
He
was
crouching
on
the
edge
of
the
timber
jam
and
glowering
his
hatred
at
us
.
We
were
badly
frightened
,
for
here
was
no
narrow
-
mouthed
cave
for
refuge
.
But
the
twenty
feet
of
water
that
intervened
gave
us
temporary
safety
,
and
we
plucked
up
courage
.
Red
-
Eye
stood
up
erect
and
began
beating
his
hairy
chest
with
his
fist
.
Our
two
logs
were
side
by
side
,
and
we
sat
on
them
and
laughed
at
him
.
At
first
our
laughter
was
half
-
hearted
,
tinged
with
fear
,
but
as
we
became
convinced
of
his
impotence
we
waxed
uproarious
.
He
raged
and
raged
at
us
,
and
ground
his
teeth
in
helpless
fury
.
And
in
our
fancied
security
we
mocked
and
mocked
him
.
We
were
ever
short
-
sighted
,
we
Folk
.
Red
-
Eye
abruptly
ceased
his
breast
-
beating
and
tooth
-
grinding
,
and
ran
across
the
timber
-
jam
to
the
shore
.
And
just
as
abruptly
our
merriment
gave
way
to
consternation
.
It
was
not
Red
-
Eye
’
s
way
to
forego
revenge
so
easily
.
We
waited
in
fear
and
trembling
for
whatever
was
to
happen
.
It
never
struck
us
to
paddle
away
.
He
came
back
with
great
leaps
across
the
jam
,
one
huge
hand
filled
with
round
,
water
-
washed
pebbles
.
I
am
glad
that
he
was
unable
to
find
larger
missiles
,
say
stones
weighing
two
or
three
pounds
,
for
we
were
no
more
than
a
score
of
feet
away
,
and
he
surely
would
have
killed
us
.
As
it
was
,
we
were
in
no
small
danger
.
Zip
!
A
tiny
pebble
whirred
past
with
the
force
almost
of
a
bullet
.
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
began
paddling
frantically
.
Whiz
-
zip
-
bang
!
Lop
-
Ear
screamed
with
sudden
anguish
.
The
pebble
had
struck
him
between
the
shoulders
.
Then
I
got
one
and
yelled
.
The
only
thing
that
saved
us
was
the
exhausting
of
Red
-
Eye
’
s
ammunition
.
He
dashed
back
to
the
gravel
-
bed
for
more
,
while
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
paddled
away
.
Gradually
we
drew
out
of
range
,
though
Red
-
Eye
continued
making
trips
for
more
ammunition
and
the
pebbles
continued
to
whiz
about
us
.
Out
in
the
centre
of
the
slough
there
was
a
slight
current
,
and
in
our
excitement
we
failed
to
notice
that
it
was
drifting
us
into
the
river
.
We
paddled
,
and
Red
-
Eye
kept
as
close
as
he
could
to
us
by
following
along
the
shore
.
Then
he
discovered
larger
rocks
.
Such
ammunition
increased
his
range
.
One
fragment
,
fully
five
pounds
in
weight
,
crashed
on
the
log
alongside
of
me
,
and
such
was
its
impact
that
it
drove
a
score
of
splinters
,
like
fiery
needles
,
into
my
leg
.
Had
it
struck
me
it
would
have
killed
me
.
